Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Gong,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.